STORY: Sexy High School Girls: Season 1 (Episode 4-6)

Sexy High School Girls – S01 E04
Secret Admiration

[RECAP : Millson was surprised to see the Yakayake seller he was attracted to in his class. He realised she was a student. Dzifa decided to initiate a friendly move]

{Dzifa’s Narration }

School has always being boring to me.If there was a place I wish I could avoid, then that place would have been school.

Sometimes I pretended I was sick just to skip school. This habit nearly made me lose my post in the school as the GP( Girl’s Prefect) I couldn’t agree more with Prince Ed when he defined -S.C.H.O.O.L as the S.ix C.ruel H.ours O.f O.ur L.ives.

Everyday , when I went to school to meet all those boring teachers trying to force useless theories into my head, I always pray secretly that lessons should end quickly.

“Who the hell brought schooling to the world at all?,” I always ask.”That person would suffer forever.”

All my sentiments about schooling and its boredom changed when Mr. Millson Lamptey came to our school.
When he was teaching ,it seemed as if he was delivering a presiden
tial speech. His voice was musical and he had a majestic personality.

My heart sunk whenever he spoke. This teacher is indeed charismatic.

Mr.Millson is a teacher every lady will admire. There was no doubt about his fine features.
His hair was a rich shade of black. It curled round his scalp in waves and stretched in parallel lines towards his hairline. His glowing, fair-like skin was adorable with hairs running smoothly on his skin. His dove -like eyes were alluring and seemed to brighten the places around him. His round face was matched with a pointed nose and full lips. In general, he was tall and athletic.

He epitomized the idea of
perfection. When he realised I was excited, his lips parted into a smile, and the dimples on his cheeks materialised. I could see myself reflected in the mirror of his crystal clear seductive eyes.

There were three things that separated Mr. Millson from most of the teachers- His style of teaching was very flexible, fun-filled and engaging , his way of dressing reflect modernity and class. More importantly he had a unique sense of humour. He looked friendly but principled. I knew I admired him the moment I saw him.

The coming of Mr.Millson made me change my lackadaisical attitude towards School. From that point onwards, I became very punctual in class, hardly missing any of his classes. I wanted him to be my friend or if possible my …….

never mind. I will tell you later.
Sir Millson had become my idol.
Two things happened in the school that drew me more closer to him.

I was bullied by a boy called Yema , a fearful looking and notorious boy in the school. He was famed for fighting with a teacher in the school for taking his girlfriend,

an action that earned him three weeks suspension and signing of a bond of good behaviour.

When Yema started bullying me, I reported him to the school’s authority but that didn’t seemed to scare him. It was Mr. Millson who came to my rescue. He took over the case and arbitrated it fairly.
Yema was eventually punished with a strict warning never to harass me again.

The second thing that drew me closer to Millson was his subject “Government.” He noticed I was weak in his subject and decided to help me improve upon my grades.

After class, every Wednesday, he would use one and half hours of his precious time to re-teach topics in his subject that I found difficult to grasp in class. With time , my academic performances improved.

The subject I hated most suddenly became the subject I love most.

I’m sure you know the reason. ‘Government’ had suddenly become my favourites subject. No doubt, it was because of the teacher behind the scene. I wished he was not a principled teacher. It could have made things easier for me.

My behavioural change was noticed by my father when I went home one evening . He said , “Dzifa,” I have noticed that now, you go to school happily and regularly and your academic performances especially in Government had improved marvelously. What is the secret?”

“It’s Mr Millson, Our new Govern
ment teacher. He is very good and committed to his work. He made class very engaging and entertaining,” I explained to him, hiding my real intention behind that statement.

My father gazed at me curiously for a few minutes.He was not fooled by my charade. After all, he is my father and was supposed to be more mature and experience than me.
He asked , ” is that all?
I was quiet.

He continued, “I think you really like your new Government teacher. I can see it in the manner in which you spoke highly of him.”

I said in my heart,”Like?….you said? I love him. In fact, I adore him !!!”


My secret love for Mr. Lamptey Millson grew day by day. It became so strong that not even the strict school rules on Teacher – Student romantic relationship could stop it.Yes, my love couldn’t be quenched by any bogus school rule. Afterall, are the teachers also not human beings with sexual feelings? I wish I were the education minister. I would have repel that rule. It’s Obnoxious.
I must make Millson aware of my feelings for him. I knew I could not summon enough courage to look him in the face and tell him about my feelings for him so I decided to put it into writing.

The letter went like this;

“My dear Millson,
The sweetness of this season has given me the Golden opportunity to write this letter to you to express my heartfelt and unconditioned emotions through the words I am penning on this writing pad.
Dear Sir, from the moment you step into our class , I have never been myself. I have countless sleepless nights just thinking of you.

I thought the feeling will fade away with time but it is apparent it’s not going anywhere. In fact the more I see your angelic lovely face in my class, the more my heart yearn for your warm embrace. I wish I can just fly into your arms so that you take me to the world of bliss.

” Please Sir, this is NOT a joke. I love you and I pray you love me too.Please and please, Sir, don’t reject my proposal or else I will die. I need you in my life to make it complete. You are the missing rib I have been looking for all this while and thank God I have found you in my class.I knew the curtain of professionalism is a standing block to our loveship but I also believe there is no force stronger than love. Remember, love doesn’t ask why. It does what it wants to do. I wish to say more but the prevailing condi
tions has made it highly difficult.

In any case, I believe I have made my feelings very clear to you without any trace of equivocation.
Thanks in advance.

Your admirer………. “D”


Please reply as soon as possible. Leave the reply in the cardboard in the Staff Common room after closing from school. I will pick it from there.


Not sure how he would react to the letter, I decided not to write my full name under it. I wanted to be partially anonymous, at least for the time being. After parceling the letter, I secretly went behind the Staff Common Room after he left for another class and placed it on his table, since his table was closer to the window.

I knew Mr. Lamptey Millson was a principled young man despite been free with us but I was hoping against hope that a miracle would happen and he will reciprocate my love for him.

I waited for three days, then one week. He never even mentioned the fact that someone wrote a love letter to him. Two weeks, no response. I was disappointed but encouraged myself to write another letter to him.

I wrote a second letter to him and it went like this;

“My dear Millson,
I am very happy to once again express my emotions to you through this penned words .

‘When I cast my eyes round,
I see a vacuum created around me.

When I look back and forward,
there is nothing to hold on to and there I remember I needed someone special like you.
When I lie on my bed at night,
I feel I am lying beside you,
then I remember you are far but close to me.

You are very important to me.
When my tears flow over, I needed only you to wipe them for me, in the valleys and shadows of death, my heart will still yearn for you.
I really need you by my side.
Yes.Just you by my side is more than a thousand others.
I needed you to console me in time of troubles.

Anytime I feel like I was alone,
I remember you and my loneliness disappear.
Please Sir. Make my fantasy a reality and do not see me as a small girl.

” D”

I waited for two weeks but again,
he did not give any reply to the letter. I was sad but decided not to give up. I tried once again and wrote him a third love letter.

I started…

Dear Millson ,my love,
I waited for your response to my previous letters but I couldn’t get any. I want you to know that love is about caring. It is also about sharing each other’s problem.

Love is about being there for your partner at the time he needs you most.

when things are getting bad,
when the world is forsaking me,
remember that I still need you most. Pleasssssse,don’t leave me this way, when my heart refused to be comforted,
when all doors are closed and when nobody was there to console me, I want to get the assurance from you that you will be there for me.

Yours admirer………… “D.”

Once again, he had not reacted or responded to my third letter .It became obvious to me that Millson had chosen to remain nonchalant to my love letters. But wait a minute, how can he respond to love letters that does not bear the sender’s full name.
I had been a coward all this while.

More surprising, Millson had shown no sign that he suspected me of writing the letters.

Finally I decided to approach him and tell him about my feelings for him and d–n the consequences.
That Wednesday after our usual private Government class, he was walking home when I called him, “Sir !”
He turned abruptly, not aware that I was following him.
“Yes, Dzifa,how can I help you?”
he asked.

I stood watching him for more than a minute. It is easier said than done. I thought I can simply walk up to my teacher and tell him I love him but now that I approached him , I realised the word is not that simple to say especially when you are a female student and he is a male teacher.

“Hello, Dzifa, I thought you wanted to tell me something,” he said, cutting through my chain of disoriented thoughts.
“Oh, yes, Sir, I just wanted to say I enjoy your class today. Today’s lesson was so exceptional and I want to thank you for that,” I lied. Deep within me,my heart was racing like a speed train.Two voices were speaking to me. One was saying, “Dzifa , say it, tell him you love him , afterall, is he not a human being, a male for that matter?

The second voice inside me was saying, Dzifa , don’t say it. He is not your classmate, he is your teacher and if you say it, he will bounce you. You will lose his respect and he will see you as a bad girl”

“Hmmmm,” I sigh . Should I say it or not. I was really in a dilemmatic situation. Finally, I decide to listen to the voice of the devil. I opened my mouth and say, ” Sir Millson, I like you a lot.”

He smiled back at me and said, “it’s normal for you to like me. Afterall if you don’t like me, then it means you hate me and I am not sure I am your enemy, enjoy the rest of your day.”

” You too, Sir,” I responded rather reluctantly

He walked away. I stood there , rooted to the spot.That was not exactly what I wanted to say, I wanted to say,” Sir Millson , I love you” but somehow ended up saying ” Sir Millson , I like you a lot”

I was quite disappointed with myself.I have lost a once-in- a -lifetime- Golden opportunity but I live with the hope that since he was still in the school, I would surely get the chance again .At least I told him I like him, maybe that’s a progress.The famous adage said ‘Rome was not built in a day’.

I needed to be patient,it’s just a matter of time. With those words of encouragement, I went home a bit satisfied.
For the next two weeks, he was particularly busy with some school stuffs and we couldn’t meet after class.I was beginning to get discouraged. I really needed to tell him my feelings.

The world they say was full of surprises, out of his busy schedule, he called me one day after class into the staff common room after all teachers have left. I smiled secretly in my heart. “He had read all my love letters after all,” I thought.

I’m sure we are going to do it in the Staff Common room. But what of if a student or the headmistress come around and saw a shocking scene of the Staff Common room being temporarily converted into a hotel or mating ground?
“Come closer to me ,Dzifa,” he commanded me.
To be continued..



Showing no interest, vigor, determination, or enthusiasm.


Extremely unpleasant, very annoying, odious or contemptible.


Indifferent; unconcerned; behaving as if detached.

Sexy High School Girls – S01 E05

[RECAP : Dzifa’s admiration for her teacher compelled her to write series of anonymous letters to Millson which were not replied. She eventually decided to approach him but couldn’t voice her feelings for him.

Millson called her into the staff common room]

My Confidant

{ Dzifa’s Narration }

I drew closer to Sir Millson. I was happy in my heart.
“Please Sit down,” he ordered.
I sat down on a chair closer to him.

He said, “I have noticed something is eating you up . You are trying to hide it from me but it’s not helping you. It’s really affecting you psychologically and would soon trickle down to your academic performance. What is it?”

Tell me.”
“Sir, it’s nothing.” I said.
Sir Millson looked at me smiling. He said, “C’mon, tell me what is worrying you. ”

“Ermmm, I just ………..”
I realised the word choked my throat. I tried hard to say it but I couldn’t. Something seemed to seal my mouth.

Well, if you don’t feel comfortable telling me what is eating you up, I need not push it. Have a great day then.”
Before I could open my mouth again , he left.

I was flabbergasted.

I needed to share this nagging issue with someone. Most of my classmates were not trustworthy
so I couldn’t share my problems with them, especially this one which was very delicate to my heart.

I knew I couldn’t share this ‘little secret’ with my parents. How could I go to my father or mother and tell them I am in love with my teacher? How will they see me. NO!  Discussing this issue with my parents is a non-starter. It’s  out of the question. Then I remembered Emefa. She was a past student of my school. I could trust her. Yes, Emefa could be trusted. Besides, she was very knowledgeable in love and relationship issues. I decided to open up to her.

When I closed from School the next day, I went to Emefa and we had a private  conversation.

Me: Good Afternoon, sister Emefa.

Emefa: Good Afternoon, Dzifa,
How was class today?

Me: It’s Normal. Same routine.

Emefa: ok.

Me:I have something to tell you.

Emefa : Ok. Go ahead.

Me: I have a crush on my new Government Teacher.

Emefa: Ok. That’s quite normal. Most teenage girls have crushes on their handsome male teachers.

Me:Hmmm. I know but he’s special.

Emefa: How?

Me: He’s not like the other teachers who chase school girls.

Emefa: I see. He’s special then.

Me: Yes and that is where the problem is.

Emefa : Hmmm. You see, the problem with you students is that if a teacher is very principled and highly professional, you don’t like him. If he’s very friendly and chase students too, you don’t like him. What exactly do you like?

Me: Honestly, I don’t know about that issue but what I know is I’m in love with Mr. Millson Lamptey. So what do you suggest.

Emefa : That’s a difficult question. If this teacher were to be a teenage boy or not a teacher, it would have been much simpler but he’s a grown -up man and principled. My suggestion to you is,forget about him. Anything you will do will lead to embarrassment because he will see you as a small girl, and indeed you are just a girl.Perhaps, you are just infatuated with him.

Me: Hmmmm. What you said is true but I am afraid I can’t do that.

Forgetting sir Willson will be like forgetting to breath.  I love him and I can’t stop loving him though I knew he’s older than me.

Emefa:I know the feeling but I believe my suggestion to you will help you. I agree it’s a bitter pill but I don’t see how you will win this love game.

Me :I will try,Emefa. I think I should get going now but please don’t tell anyone about our chit-chat.

Emefa:Don’t worry.Your secret is safe with me. I wish you all the best in your love adventure.

I left Emefa and moved towards my house .As I was going , I became sad at the prospect of losing Sir Millson. Was I really chasing a wind? Was my teacher truly beyond my reach. Emefa’s words flashed through my thought “If this teacher were to be a teenage boy or not a teacher, it would have been much simpler but he’s a grown -up man and principled.My suggestion to you is to forget about him. Anything you do will lead to embarrassment because he will see you as a small girl, and indeed you are just a girl.Perhaps, you are just infatuated with him.”
No!, I said rather forcefully. How can I forget about love. Love is a sweet feeling. Once it get hold of you, it’s very difficult to forget it. No matter how I tried to forget this feeling , I can’t. It simply refused to go.

A child who drank honey never forget its taste.I can never forget the taste of love, even if I just have a tiny bite of it. Her words bite deep into my spirit. ” Anything you do will lead to embarrassment because he will see you as a small girl, and indeed you are just a girl.
I agreed Mr. Millson was older than me but I was not just a girl. What kind of embarrassment was Emefa talking about ?
Was she forseeing me being bounced by Mr Millson? There is a saying that it’s better to try and fail than fail to try. Surely I have to try. I may get lucky.
“Welcome back”My mum said.”Are you okay?”
“I am OK. Mum, “I lied.
“You can confide in me if you have problem from school, “she continued.

“Alright mum, I will consult you if I have one,” I said.
That evening , I jumped into bed.

Suddenly, I saw myself on a beach, running on the Golden sands. Mr. Wilson was wearing a nice T-shirt and short. We enjoyed the cool breezes of the sea, as I put my arms around him.

I turned my attention to the beach and  stared at nature’s beauty, the picturesque landscape, the golden sands on the beach and the smiling sun as it descended beyond the horizon to give way to the moon.

As we sat down on the cool golden sand,we talked and laughed. It was getting late. I got up and put my hand out to help him up.

When I felt his hand grab my hand,a sensation came over me and coursed through my body in a never ending circle of pleasure. My pheromones began surging like angry rams. We clung to each other as if we want to be like that forever.
I looked into his eyes. He gave me a slight smile and I itched closer to him for a kiss. My heart was racing fast and my breath came in gasp.

I placed my free hand on his waist and began pulling him towards myself. I put my other hand on his waist .We could hear the angry waves crashing along the beach as if to signal us of its presence or perhaps tell us the number of countless romantic scenes they had witnessed.

Our lips were about two seconds from meeting when he looked into my eyes and said, “Are you ok?”

I shook my head. He looked at me with doubts. I pulled him closer to my visibly shaky body and we hugged. He moved his hands down my chest and felt my heart pound.

We began walking  away from the beach with our hands interlocking between our fingers.

At that moment a feeling came over me like a wave. The feeling was overwhelming. My mind was racing and could not believe all these things were happening.

Indeed,I counted myself lucky to have a boyfriend like sir Millson.

He looked straight into my eyes and muttered the words, “I love you

“I love you too,” I said. Once again, I drew him closer to myself and moved my lips towards his, to kiss him. My lips touched ……”

“Dzifa! Dzifa !! Dzifa !!!,” I heard someone calling me. It was my father. I woke up and realised I was dreaming. I got angry because my father interrupted my ecstasic dream in which Mr.Millson was suddenly within my grasp.

“Dzifa, you were sleeping and talking. That’s bad.What is bothering you?”my father asked.

“Nothing, dad”, I responded.
He said, “Pray and sleep well, my daughter.”

He left the room. I was fully awake now but I could vividly recall the dream.It was  all coming back to me in shimmers of light.


Appalled, annoyed.

Sexy High School Girls – S01 E06
Student Seductresses

[RECAP: Mr.Millson Lamptey asked Dzifa what was worrying her but she refused to open up to him.She later seeked counsel from Emefa but was advised to stop crushing on her teacher. Dzifa’s dream about Mr. Millson was interrupted by her father and she was annoyed with her father secretly.]

[ Millson’s Narration ]

My stay in Tutukpene Senior High School have been peaceful so far except for one thing. The incessant sexual harassment and promiscuity among the female students in the school.

A student had been sending me anonymous letters frequently. She had sent me about three letters already.
Who might be doing that? I was close to almost all the students in the school but Dzifa seemed to be the closest.

I strongly suspected it would be her, but why will she be writing anonymous letters to me when she could just tell me what she felt. Well, I didn’t no.Maybe the ” D” could just be a coincidence and the person may not be Dzifa as I was suspecting . It may be another person. But Dzifa had been behaving weirdly recently , as if something was eating her up.

The last time she stopped me when I was going home only to say she like me and my lessons. Could all those things be charades?

Maybe it was just a figment of my own imagination.

I knew I had to be careful when trying to find out the one who had been sending me the anonymous letters. As I said earlier, my instinct told me it was Dzifa.

But this case was not an isolated case. At a time when irresponsible teachers including some school heads had turned their female students into sex machines, some students, of course, the bad ones had also made life very uncomfor
table for the teachers in and outside the classroom.

It was a common phenomenon that was fast becoming a norm in most senior high schools in Ghana. Adolescents aged between the age group of 15 and 17 tried to express their adolescence by engaging in sexual relationships. They indulged in lesbianism and some also dated their schoolmates outside the school.

Personally, I knew how adolescents behave so I was not so much perturbed about their irresponsible behaviours but my concern was about some of my mates who had began dating the female students. Some of the daring adolescent girls were seen in the company of fully matured male teachers too ,
hugging and touching each other sexually.

It was a common sight in most of our Senior High schools to see some unscrupulous teachers dating and lusting after equally bad and lascivious female students.

The question I kept asking himself was, “How can we learn from these teachers who are morally handicapped or is it only the pedagogical skills that we are supposed to learn from them?”

I stayed close to the P.E teacher’s  bangalow. Most often, I saw students who deliberately wore skimpy dresses to visit him during weekends for reasons best known to them.

I remembered I once asked a student why she was wearing a seductive dress to her teacher who doubled as her godfather’s house to study and she told him all her dresses are like that and she wears them with no bad intentions.
I needn’t stay in Tutukpene SHS for 10 years before I realised most of the girls in the school were sexually active and were either dating boys outside the school or some male teachers in the school.

They  sat half-naked in class with their thighs widely opened  when teachers were teaching. Some even expose their breast on purpose to distract teachers. Series of advice given to them to desist from such inappropriate behaviour fell on deaf ears.
I remembered a scenario in which a female student came to me after school closed. She began asking unnecessary questions on topics she claimed she didn’t understand and while I was trying frantically to re-explain the concepts to her ,
she intentionally unzipped her school uniform to reveal her sensual well rounded breasts and at the same time open her thigh wide to reveal her new transparent pink pant which did little to hide  her female organ.

Without uttering a word, I picked  my bag and left, leaving the lascivious student surprised.

To her, no male teacher could resist an attractive teenager like her.

I told my Government Head of Department about the issue only to be told that that was how the girls always behave anytime a young and handsome hard-working teacher or intern was posted to the school. They even tried to convince me that their behaviour was a normal expression of adolescence by Quoting, “when you go to Rome, do what the romans do.

I personally took exception to that norm. There was another intern that also looked resolute with his moral principles, his name was Kwame Ankrah.
I remembered one time , I was on duty with Kwame and we tried to supervise the girls so that they keep their dormitories tidy. Before we realised, some of the shameless girls who have gone beyond all form of ethical restrictions
undressed in their domitories and walked naked right before our very eyes, giggling.

At first , we thought it was a dream before reality dawn on us that these girls just wanted to tantalize us with their gorgeous bodies and trigger our sexual feelings.

I later learnt that even among the girl’s circle,they acknowledged Crystalene possessed the most beautiful body of all and her charming body had caused the downfall of many men,including some teachers.

In general, those girls had the potentials to pull even a Roman Catholic Bishop down. I could see my friend kwame slowly becoming
disoriented with Crystalene’s sexy body.

The rthymic bouncing of their full well chiselled breast cupped with black t–s, and the smoothness of their adolescent skins, being made more magnetized by their voluptuous figures with a tuft of hair at their private parts, was the very definition of their womanity.
It wasn’t long before my colleagues were trapped in the web of their  feminine  charm.
As anticipated, some of my mates began copying the maladjusted lifestyles of the unscrupulous teachers on campus. They did not only enjoy the company of the female students on the face value but also engaged in hot sizzling romantic activities with them.

I visited my mate Laurence one early friday morning at his apartment only to see a female student with him. It was obvious to me she ran away from campus under the cover of darkness to have “fun” with him the whole night.
I decided not to question Laurence about the female student because it was pretty obvious to me that Laurence had been sleeping with her for quite some time now.

I told Laurence I will come back. Then I left.  Actually , I wanted to take the textbook Laurence had borrowed from me two days ago.

Then an idea occurred to me.
I diverted my course towards Kwame’s apartment to collect another textbook and prepare for the day’s lesson.

When I approached his compound,
I couldn’t help but listen to the ecstasic noises emanating from his room, followed by happy cries and moans,”Plea…s…..sss, Sir,take your time,Ehh, ahhhh, ummmmm, sir ……rock me harder, oh God,I’m cummin.’
My heart skipped a bit.  I hoped what I was thinking was not happening there. I quickly entered the house,knocked on the door but realised it wasn’t locked. I pushed the door silently. The voice of the female moaning inside the room was familiar to him, no doubt about that.

I opened the door silently.What met my eyes was amazing, so chilling and so real to be true. It was a shocker that almost made me faint. I saw Kwame in a missionary position with Crystalene, the queen of curves,the assistant girls’ school prefect both stark naked as the former rode the latter to heavenly joy, their moans becoming mistakenly uncontrolla

My presence in the room broke their connection like a baby’s umbilical cord severed from the mother.

They gazed at me in shock and shame, as they began to adjust to the sudden break of the hot intimacy they had experienced a few minutes ago.

“I’m sorry Millson,this girl is too….”
I didn’t wait for him to finish his naughty explanation. Without uttering a word, I turned back quickly and left.

It was these bizarre discoveries that made me distant myself from my ill-mannered collegues with the intention of living the life of a hermit, in order not to be influenced by my colleagues immoral lifestyle. Deep within me, I doubt if I could maintain my moral compass for long in an environment full of moral contamination.

When I entered my classroom after break and sat down on my desk, I took my text book and a white envelope fell from inside it. It was addressed to me.

Again, the sender’s name wasn’t fully written on the envelope. I got curious and tore the envelope, to reveal another love letter , nicely written in neat handwriting, the writing pad had designs embla
zoned at its edges. It reads;
Please reply A.S.A.Pand place it on your table.

My Dear Millson,
                 Apple of my Heart

There is nothing so sweet and palatable that has happened to me except you.

There is nothing so pleasant, nothing so soul satisfying and nothing so caring and loving like you
I know you will not believe my words but sweetheart, let’s forget about jokes
You really mean the world to me
Both day and night, I always thank my stars for setting my eyes on a loving and romantic person like you
I kept wondering how my life would have been if I have not seen you.

I wouldn’t have known the true meaning of love
My life would have been disorganised and bitter if you were not to appear in my life
Like the sunshine that came to drive away the cloud of darkness

That’s why I want you to make this wonderful and sweet experience a reality.

Anytime, you come to my mind,
All my problems are solved immediately
Even if I am hungry , I become satisfied Immediately by the mere mention of your name or just by hearing your voice
How I wish I could fly and perch in your arms
So that we can stay together forever
Both on earth here and life hereafter.

You see, I just want you to know my love for you is beyond comparison and I would do everything possible to prove my love for you forever
Be assured of my everlasting love
Your admirer.


I opened another part of the text book and there was another love letter that ended with ” you are the core of my heart. The sender only put her name as L……..•
Then another letter fell from another page, and loo and behold, another one fell. At the end I got about six different love letters from six female students.
I left for my house to relax.On my doorstep, you won’t believe it, there was yet another letter and that one bore the familiar letter ” D”



A.S.A.P – As Soon as Possible.



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